As a player, Roy Keane was a Ferrari — worth watching, though there was always the danger he would spin off the road.
Life at the Tractor Boys has not gone swimmingly for the Manchester United legend, but as he’s a sensitive soul like myself, I am willing to offer Keano a shoulder to cry on.
As a Manchester United fan, Roy is probably my favourite Red Devil of all time.
And boy, could he be a devil as Alf-Inge Haaland found out in the 2001 Manchester derby.
But I admired Keane for his attitude on the pitch, rather than his ability. He was his manager’s hairdryer just a few yards away. If Keano’s name was on the team-sheet you had the feeling the team would not go down without a fight.
There is nothing that should annoy a football fan more than a player who is simply happy to go through the motions and walk off the pitch with a healthy bank balance.
As long as his ego is growing that little bit bigger, that’s all that counts. Roy had no time for that attitude — he was a winner who gave one million per cent and he despised anyone who failed to share his hunger for success.
On the pitch he was an inspiration, the leader who drove the team to incredible achievements including the unprecedented treble of the FA Premier League, FA Cup, and UEFA Champions League in 1999.
His astonishing display against Juventus in Turin in the second leg of the Champions League semi-final will always be fondly remembered by United fans privileged to witness it.
Keane had received a yellow card that ruled him out of the final but after masterminding that unforgettable 3-2 win — hauling his team back from two goals down — he deserved to get his hands on that glittering trophy more than anyone.
That was Roy, the player. Sometimes a hated villain but so often a true hero.
You would think that the man who came from Cobh Ramblers would go on to become a successful manager, having worked alongside and learned from Sir Alex Ferguson.
But football management is all about man management and Keano’s tough talking, no-nonsense approach to life in the dugout is not working.
Fergie could strike a player in the face with a boot but he also knows when the time is right to put an arm around a shoulder.
A manager’s job is not simply a tactical one. He has to act like a mentor, a counsellor, a father. He has to know how to get the best out of a very diverse group of individuals.
And he must also hold his nerve and be able to handle pressure.
Keano is now losing his composure, a sure sign that he is on a slippery slope.
With his Ipswich Town team bottom of the Championship after losing to an injury-time goal at Barnsley, one brave hack asked Keane “Are you considering your future at the club?”
His eyes could not conceal the rage, as he told the BBC reporter: “I refuse to answer that question.”
Roy bit his lip with good reason. He has never been able to resist saying exactly what he thinks, whether to an under-performing team-mate, a journalist or the prawn sandwich brigade at Old Trafford.
But he then let rip at the hacks: “You’ve watched the game and nobody’s asked me about the bloody penalty — that about sums you up.”
Roy must have known the depressing writing was on the wall when Steve McClaren emerged as the shock front-runner to replace him!
The dreaded vote of confidence by the club's chief executive Simon Clegg has come and gone and time — a precious commodity football managers rarely possess — is running out.
After 11 games without a win, Ipswich's reclusive owner Marcus Evans may start gripping that axe.
The self-doubt that seemed to plague Keane when he was manager at Sunderland must have returned.
I’m a great believer in managers being given time — even Ferguson, the greatest of them all — found the road to greatness a little bumpy at the start.
But the former Manchester United fire-breather could walk before he is pushed.
As the vultures start circulating, it could simply be the case that a player every manager would love to have in his team was not destined to be a successful manager himself.
Sourced from: The Belfast Telegraph